Lena Just Gets On With Her Life Every Episode Even Tho Shes Been Manipulated Into Horrible Situations

West Texas Panhandle [OC][3024x4032] - Author: ashtondrewburnettt on reddit

A friendship was made that day

“Neck lengths of birds + aggression: a study.”

By @inomnomcom

Had a bit of luck wandering through the lupine fields in New Zealand when this rainbow appeared over Lake Pukaki’s blue waters [OC][1800x2700] @bloveimages - Author: snetljivff on reddit

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uploaded a new zelink short! :D

happy holidays everyone!! 🎄💖

This xkcd comic from 2009 changed my life. It feels timeless.

part one

Despite being very red, Lena's cadence stayed mellow and sober as she trudged through rows of flowers.

Kara studied her from the shade of the orchard, half hidden between wavy fronds of fig saplings. Leaning back against the coarse bark of an old tree, Kara sat cross legged, lap overflowing with wicker. She dragged her thumbs along the chipped edge of a half assembled basket, as her nimble hands entwined sinewy twigs with mindless sinuous movements.

She could see Lena's lips mouthing something, but she couldn't make out the words so far.

After a tentative week of forced bedrest, Lena's bandages had finally peeled away in clean folds of stale white. Her limp had healed and the bruises over her ribcage had disappeared, nursed back to health by stubbornness and frowns. As soon as she could last an entire day without collapsing in exhausted naps, Lena had rolled the cuffs of long sleeves over her wrists and offered to help with odd jobs around the farm.

"Have you ever uprooted weeds?" Kara mused, elbows half buried in a bag of fertilizer.

Lena cast the bag an indifferent glance, "Can't be more difficult than polyatomic anions."

Armed with a crooked rake, Lena braved the grassy plains with the hesitance of a newborn duckling. And the same quiet determination to spread wings for the first time.

The fields were cast in the rusty glow of sunset as light seeped into the wrinkles of Lena's starched shirt. It was an old garment, one that Kara had fished from a forgotten corner of her wardrobe, tucked under the tailored tunic her mo-

A twig snapped under her fingertips, startling Kara out of her thoughts. She brushed them away like cobwebs, struggling to untangle the broken wicker stuck in the weaved pattern of the basket. All her efforts proved to be fruitless and Kara stood with a sigh, mentally giving up on the task.

She looked over Lena's hunched form, still engrossed in her job and figured they could call it a day. She dusted herself off and strolled past the trees' edge, wandering towards the open field. The basket was soon forgotten in the fallen foliage.

As she neared, Lena interrupted her string of murmurs. Her rucked shirt was stained with dirt and grass smudges, much like Kara's beige overalls. Kara's eyes scanned the field, looking for the way glass bent around the memory of Lena's steps, who was bent over a flowerbed of tulips, a vibrant cloud of red flowers that dissolved into smoke every sunset.

Lena's eyes shone with wonder when she had seen her the first vanishing blossom turning into smoke.

The air smelled of flowers and early chance of rain.

Another petal dissolved under their eyes and Lena offered a halcyon smile.

"These flowers are beautiful."

Glowing with a burgeoning sunburn, Lena painted an almost endearing picture, dirt stains in the shape of her knees and small blisters huddled on her palms from the rake's handle.

"When I said you could help around the farm I didn't mean you had to get sunburn on the first day on the job."

Lena flicked a lock of hair behind her ear with a flippant smile, "I might have underestimated this planet's two suns."

Kara chuckled briefly, catching easily on the playful tone, "I can tell. You are also quite..." Kara hesitated, chanced a quick look at the sliver of Lena's exposed collarbone, "You do have a fair complexion."

"My Irish genes shining through."

Kara blew her lips, "Yeah, I have no idea what that means."

"You really don't, do you?" Lena looked pensive and Kara tilted her body forward, swaying on the balls of her feet.

"The place I come from, Ireland," continued Lena, "My mother's side of the family."

The tendrils of dimming sunlight felt warm on their skin.

"She is-" Kara waved a hand, "Is she Irish?"

Cracking a slanted grin, Lena turned subtly away from her as if to inspect another dissolving tulip, and made no reply. At the prolonged silence, Kara forced herself not to reach over, lest she ended up doing something ludicrous.

(Like tuck the sad alien under her chin, chase a grip on her body, fold those hunched shoulders in a hug.)

After a moment, Lena sighed.

"I'm sorry. I'm not really good for conversation."

Kara's thoughts clammed in one direction No, you are fine. For an alien who crashed on my tiny farm, you are doing really well, even if I think you frown too much.

"Me either. I'm not really good at talking, most of the time I end up rambling," was what she said, instead.

"You do seem the type to ramble," Lena commented, handing the rake back to Kara to dust herself off.

Kara surveyed the flowers with a critic's eye, impressed with Lena's work: she may have lacked speed, as only half the field had been tilled at the end of the afternoon, but Lena definitely made up with her immaculate meticulousness.

"Wow," she deadpanned, "The first alien ever to crash into my silo and - of course - it's a rude alien."

That was enough to make Lena smirk and to lodge a proud grain of warmth in Kara's chest. She could do banter with Lena. It was safer than personal issues.

Kara had a fleeting thought to grab Lena by the wrist, then thought better of it before starting the walk back towards the house. She felt Lena fall into step behind her.

"So, how was your first experience with farming?" Kara asked, pausing on the toll of lightness in her timbre. She heaved the rake over her shoulders with a twirl, a move she hoped looked as cool as she intended. But at the apex of the motion, the handle hit the back of her head with a thud.

Lena's chuckle flew past her ears like wind chimes and in horrifying slow motion, Kara turned her head back to look for the crumbles of her own dignity. There was mirth in Lena's eyes, a dance of laughing stardust as her grin teased Kara's clumsiness.

Blowing at her mussed hair, Kara felt her cheeks match Lena's in redness as one of the alien's dark eyebrow rose. Embarrassed, she ducked her head to look at her feet and kept walking.

"The first encounter of my intergalactic travels and - of course - it's a dork farmer."

Kara chuffed good-naturedly at the impish tone, "Rude," she tossed back over her shoulder.

She met Lena's amused stare with her own teasing eyes, as the alien plodded through the lush plains.

An easy silence fell between them, encompassed by the background noises of a languid sunset. A fatigued yawn overruled Lena's lingering grin.

"I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow," she stretched, rolling her stiff shoulders in circular motions. She halted mid stretch to wince at the feeling of tender skin, "Oh, I'm definitely gonna feel that tomorrow."

Kara couldn't help but sneak another glance at Lena's shoulders, red skin peeking from the loose collar of her shirt.

"I'm sure I have some silver cream somewhere in some cabinet. For burns," she reassured with a sympathetic hum.

"You're a lifesaver," Lena sighed gratefully, missing the quip of her own words.

Without missing a beat, Kara added a teasing note, "Alas, I don't entrust my secret remedies to rude aliens, so you'll have to-"

Lena swatted at Kara's arm, wrinkling her sunburnt nose.

"You should have thought twice about laughing at my coolest moves."

Kara relished in the serene warmth diffusing in her body from head to toes as Lena laughed again.

(It had been a while.)

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(She almost forgot to retrieve the half finished basket.)

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The ancient spaceship had been caught in the planet's orbit and had crashed in a manner of seconds.

Kara had been kneeling next to the leaky pond when the spaceship had slashed her sky in two, catching her silo in its blazing trail.

All the ducklings had scattered immediately at the blare of the crash, the herd of rams barreling down their grassy pasture in fright. It had taken her three full hours, later in the dim lights of the evening, to gather them again, coaxing the most stubborn with her treasured stash of gummy bears - hay flavoured.

The rising smoke had been thick, burning black from oil and machinery. The same dark smoke Kara had seen once, several moons ago, after the battle against Daxam, where her father's battleship had been swallowed in the same black clouds.

She had stumbled to the side of the burned out shell, squinting. With shaking hands and tattered rags she had snuffed the fire quickly, before pulling herself level with a gaping hole in the spaceship flank to peer inside its belly.

The sunlight had danced on the alien's dark visor as its head had lolled against her shoulder.

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..may this joke land with y’all the same way it did for my sister and I lol